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How old was i, 5 or 6 or soThe innocent years, long agoFather on a chair reaching up so farCrowning the tree, with that old tin starAnd it shines so pretty diamonds in the sunNothin' but good things will ever comeLittle boy don't grow up stay as sweet as you areSo you still gaze in wonder at that old tin star.

I grew up and I found a place to liveAs I unpacked my things I found a giftAnd it felt like home, though I'd come so farFor there in my hands was that old tin starAnd it shines so pretty, diamYeuTiengAnh.com: Chúng tôi phát hiện truy cập không hợp lệ.Bạn cần đợi 0 minutes 5 seconds nữa mới có thể xem đầy đủ.